Boys Will Be Boys (but Are Sometimes Girls)

Four days after Nate and Brendon arrived in Atlanta, three days after the other Cobras, Pete and Jon had travelled out to see them and two days after they had head back to Chicago, leaving Brendon and Nate alone again, the couple went on a date.

Nate was worried that Brendon would be noticed and rumours would be spread around like wildfire, but Brendon told her not to worry. He wanted the two of them to have a date, not interrupted by anyone. And he also wanted it to be Brendon and Nate, not Brendon and Tasha.

Nate had got dressed up, a simple black dress but one that, according to Vicky, showed off her figure and made her look stunning. When she walked downstairs and into the lounge where Brendon was waiting, he was gob smacked.

“Give me one good reason why I’m not going caveman on you and taking you upstairs to have my wicked way with you?” He asked, making Nate giggle.

“Because we both need to get out of this house and if we have sex, we’ll both change genders.” Nate reminded him. “Now come on, caveman, let’s go grab some food.” She pulled him up and kissed him gently.

3 hours later, they returned home, slightly drunk. Nate went to find a bottle of wine to keep drinking, but all she could find was vodka. Brendon said that he didn’t mind what they were drinking. So Nate poured them out drinks and they sat cuddled up together, drinking and talking.

After an hour of drinking and nearly half a bottle of vodka gone, they had forgotten the talking and were just making out. Nate had been pulled onto Brendon’s lap and she could feel his erection pushing against her leg. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on.

“Got a problem, B?” She asked, brushing her hand against it.

“Fuck, Nate.” Brendon breathed.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” Nate asked, her lips close to Brendon’s plump ones.

Brendon pulled a little further away from her. “But… Nate, baby, you said earlier you didn’t want to-”

“Actually, I said that we’d swap genders.” Nate corrected him. “That’s a completely different thing to not wanting it. Fuck, the last few days, I’ve wanted you to bring up having sex again, so I could say yes. Please Bren, go caveman on me and drag me upstairs.” She leant forward so her mouth was next to his ear. “Have your very wicked way with me. I won‘t tell anyone, Brenny Bear.”

Brendon said nothing, just pulled Nate’s mouth back onto his. He whispered a yes, his lips ghosting across hers, then picked her up. He carried her bridal style up the stairs and they fell onto the bed, still kissing.

Brendon pulled off his shirt then started to unzip her dress and pulled it down and threw it across the room. Nate pulled her bra off, then flipped Brendon so she was on top of him. She smirked as she moved down to his jeans, unbuttoning the fly. Then, instead of using her hands for the zip, she used her teeth, unzipping it in a smooth motion.

Brendon couldn’t help but think, in the second after that had happened, that Nate was his new hero for that. Nate pulled down Brendon’s jeans and boxers, grabbing hold of his dick and pumping him slowly. Brendon laid back and moaned softly.

“Fuck, Nate, your fucking hands.” Nate’s hands were soft, but he couldn’t help but wonder if they were always like that, or if it had just happened after the change.

Nate thumbed over his slit, making Brendon gasp loudly. Brendon decided two could play at that game. He moved one of his hands between Nate’s legs and let his fingers trace across. Nate gasped and looked at Brendon. He smirked, moving so he could take her underwear off completely.

He pushed her onto the bed and kissed down her body, until he reached her lower stomach. He moved his mouth down and flicked his tongue in, making Nate thrust involuntarily. Brendon moved his hands up to her hips to stop her from bucking up as he licked and sucked, making Nate squeal and moan with pleasure. God it felt so good, no wonder women loved this- fuck, was that the clit? Holy shit, she’d been missing out.

Nate felt an unfamiliar warmth in the pit of her stomach, burning more and more as Brendon started to lick inside her, bring a hand up to stroke her clit. She was so wet for him already, this felt so right. Then it felt like her stomach dropped and she was coming. Waves of pleasure filled her.

Brendon moved back up and kissed her. Nate could taste herself on her tongue but she didn’t care. “Fuck, you’re hot when you come.” He murmured into her ear, making her twitch.

“Fuck me, please, fuck me Bren.” She gasped, still getting over the incredible orgasm Brendon had just given her.

“You got condoms?” He asked. She reached over to the bedside cabinet and practically threw the drawer open, reaching her hand in and bringing out a foil packet. Brendon grinned, opening it and rolling the condom down his almost painfully hard dick.

“I’ll go slow, tell me if it hurts.” He told her. She nodded and he started to slide in slowly and carefully, watching Nate’s face.

When he was in all the way, he leant over to kiss Nate. “Move.” Nate whispered onto his lips. Brendon began to move slowly. As the pain left and more pleasure appeared, she commanded him to go faster, harder. Brendon complied, kissing her.

She started to meet his thrusts halfway, both of them moaning and gasping in pleasure. Soon, Nate felt the same feeling in her stomach. She looked Brendon in the eyes and she knew that he was close as well.

She cried out his name as she came again, Brendon saying Nate’s name in a low moan.
When he pulled out of her, he removed the condom, tied it and threw it into the bin. He moved back up to Nate and kissed her.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He murmured.

“No, you are amazing.” Nate replied. Brendon’s eyes began to close, but he opened them again. “Bren, you’ll be tired until you sleep now, believe me. Go to sleep.”

“Ok. Night baby.” He murmured. “Love you.”

“Love you too, B.” She kissed his cheek before they both settled down to sleep.

The next morning, Nate woke up feeling a little strange. She opened her eyes and was met with a head of long dark brown hair in front of her. She frowned, then she felt something she hadn’t felt in over 3 weeks.

Morningwood.